(The camera starts up to focus on a twitchy man who looked a lot older than he actually was.)
“Okay, I’m not a psychologist or a counselor but I’m the closest thing this place is ever gonna get. Start talking,” Mallory spoke up from somewhere out of the camera frame.
He glared at her before sighing. “I feel like when lesbians look at me, they’re thinking: that’s why I’m not a heterosexual.”
“I mean…I’m not a lesbian but I can guarantee that if I was, you would be the reason.”
“Why are you even doing this if all you’re going to do is insult me?”
“I told you. I’m the closest thing to a psychologist or counselor this place is gonna get,” she paused for a moment before adding, “that, and mocking you is one of the highlights of my day.”
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